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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 5:41 pm
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I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
"And will he not come again?" Dante
"And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts." We're all going mad, in one way or another, aren't we?
"O, you must wear your rue with a difference." Rueful
 ❀ Cosette smiled in honest relief at Dante's words. When he took her hand, though, she stiffened slightly. Realizing it had been her left hand, though, she relaxed. She knew it was somewhat silly, but still, she was terribly jumpy.
❀ She nodded, a humorless half-smirk appearing on her face as Dante continued to speak. "So good to know I'm not the only one," she drawled. Their dark thoughts were probably vastly different, but he didn't have to know that. "I don't suppose your plans have anything to do with the uncle you mentioned on the ride here?" she asked.
"Alack, what noise is this?" When do you think we should head to the ball?
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 12:27 pm
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I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
"And will he not come again?" Dante
"And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts." We're all going mad, in one way or another, aren't we?
"O, you must wear your rue with a difference." Rueful
❀ Cosette saw the feelings in his eyes with slight surprise. Dante had always been so strong, seeing such a torrent behind his eyes was unnerving... Even so, though, she remained silent. Since their return from Egypt, all she'd gotten was sympathy and pity--she knew well how irritating it was. There was no point in bothering him, especially when she was trying to follow the orders her parents had given her.
❀ When he offered his hand, she smiled demurely, let Ashes jump of her lap, and placed her own (left) hand in his. "Yes, let's," she agreed. Standing, she continued, "Shall we meet at the ball, say, nine o'clock?" When they'd decided on a time, she turned, and headed up to the girl's dormitory to prepare.
"Alack, what noise is this?" I am so sorry this took so long!
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost? |
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 9:56 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:45 am
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So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold 
Third Year, Slytherin Seeker
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She couldn’t be sure how long she had decided to lurk within the fundamental shadows of the common room, she couldn’t even be quite assured if it was still the night of the ceremony feast or the next morning—the first day of classes. The sheer light that penetrated through the thick, fogged windows basked the ambiance with a shade of poisonous green that reminded her too much of her father’s study. Every passing day had been harder, and harder. Her mother was disappearing far too often to be normal, and what with her state of mind, there was no telling where or what she had gotten into. St. Mungo’s had repeatedly sent notice that there was, in fact, nothing wrong with her mother.
But even she knew better than to trust the healers. All of this time, though, she had remained clutched onto a letter, and a key, as per her mother’s instructions. Except, she couldn’t will herself to read the letter.
In the back of her mind, she wondered what if must have been like for Hildy, to surpass through the school in the shadows always trying not to think of her family. She bit her lip and sighed, what in the world could her mother be planning now?
Location: Slytherin Common Room Desires: Happpiness Troubles: Patience
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Does what I'm wearing seem to shock you?..... Well, that's okay 'Cause what I'm thinking about you..... is not okay I've got it on my mind to change my ways But I don't think I can be anything other than me
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:21 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 12:47 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
 William Dante Nott the Third
Fourth Year, Slytherin
Classes had come and gone as any year before it had, but this year, he found newer prospects in the realm of first years. Some were guarded fiercely, determined, and sly. Others blundered through the dark, groping for answers and comfort. Others still, remained silent yet shrill in the shadows, with inhibitions that spoke much louder than words. He knew who he would associate with, and who he would pity. But, most importantly, he needed to know who would trust him easily, and who would not. The only significant individual that had taken his gift was Selene Gilette—Matthew Warren had been suspicious and reproachful, but informative all the same.
With such simple trinkets, he was able to make them speak volumes. And now he waited, to explain himself, his bracelets, his rings, and his house, and any questions they might bare.
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Location: Slytherin Common Room
Mood: Attentive
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..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 11:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 11:43 am
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Leonidas Henry ReedlingFirst Year Slytherin
As soon as they were safe inside the common room, Leonidas ripped off his mask. The damn thing had been driving him crazy. However, as the mask came off, so did noble Leonidas. Now, just plain old Leo stood in the underwater room, feeling very self-conscious in the fancy suit. He suddenly wanted nothing more then to put on his normal, no-show clothes. He glanced at the mask, the symbol of his old life, and picked it up off the floor. He was still staring at it when Amanda darted off to her dormitory. He watched her go, her braid coming rapidly undone, her dress scurrying after her. He smiled at her back, glad to see her back to normal as well.
After she left, he too, headed for his dormitory. As quickly as possible, he shed his suit, and pulled on some pajamas. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it back to the normal mess. He glanced at himself in the mirror that all the first year Slytherin boys had to share. A small, skinny, sandy-haired, blue-eyed, tired-looking, pajama wearing, slightly ashen, eleven-year-old boy stared back at him. Most would have not been pleased, but Leo knew that now he looked like himself, what he was now, not what he had been. He left the room, satisfied, and continued down the stairs.
He emerged to find Mandy already back, seated on one of the common rooms numerous couches. She faced the window, and Leo watched as the giant squid swam by. He made his way toward her, and sat down on the same couch. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, staring out at the blackness of the lake. After the Great Feast at the beginning of the school year, when all the first years were shown to their common room, Leo had been shocked to find that his house was located underwater. Now, he had grown slightly more used to it, but often still found it a bit disconcerting.
Age:11 | Relationship Status:Single | Injuries/Illnesses: None
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 1:06 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 7:11 am
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𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
𝔉irst 𝔜ear, 𝔅eater
After the ordeal that had occurred in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Dominic had to reevaluate himself. His father had been diligent in his teachings, a firm hand always in play. As far back as he could remember, he had always had a wild spirit, a recklessness born into him. His older brother had been the perfect child, while he, required much more focus and attention. Hell, he was forced into more activities then he truly ever cared to count, but in the end, his father had at least been able to teach him one thing; to channel that recklessness into his ambitions, and to aspire in his pursuits with his wild heart.
Still… that wasn’t to say he couldn’t have fun, he supposed. And, the only thing truly on his mind was how he was going to get back at those two girls for provoking him into such a predicament…
He knew he was never the one truly at fault, and, even the professor knew that. Still… he needed to have a chat with Damien about his “cousin.”
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Height: 5’5” ☣ Weight: 121lbs ☣ Age: 11
Common Room
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 1:39 am
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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // Common Room // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // DominicCURRENTLY FEELING // AgitatedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'What the bloody hell is wrong with that girl?!'═════════════════════════════════
Damien entered the Common Room in a bit of a huff, although for someone who didn't know him, it was impossible to tell. It was only visible in a slight increase in his breathing, a slight tilt downward of his chin, the smallest of all creases between his eyebrows. His conversation with Michelle had not gone as planned. She'd been defiant; she knew that Adalaide was a halfblood, and had befriended her anyway! He was honestly disgusted; he briefly considered speaking with his father about the McHalen family. From what he could tell, they were sinking fast. Damien barely suppressed a small growl of displeasure, looking over the Common Room to be sure that no one was there to see him in his state. Not that they would know, but he knew that he was much more likely to alienate his housemates with ill behavior right now. He might not be outright rude, but the mood he was in, he honestly didn't know if he wouldn't get a little passive aggressive. He noticed Dominic standing in the Common Room and gave the other boy a brief nod before sitting in one of the chairs and taking out a book to read.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 4:02 pm
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𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
𝔉irst 𝔜ear, 𝔅eater
The cackle of spitting fire greedily licked up the oxygen and set hell upon the torched and charred logs strewn into the mouth of the hearth. Even as he stood before the fire, basking in its orange glow and warmth, the bone seeping chill that had always plagued these dungeons could still stir a flurry of goosebumps to race against his flesh. Behind him, he heard a rustle of a presence. These days, not many Slytherins preferred to dwell in the pit of snakes, no, it had gotten dangerous, even his own cousin, Belle, had to admit it. There was something else lurking in the school. A slow casual glance was thrown over his shoulder as he noticed Damien slip into a chair silently, a book held in his pale hands.
”What ya reading, mate?” He asked. But it’s not like it matters, he mused. Dominic crossed the dungeons and dropped himself down into an arm chair near his fellow first year. ”…Can you believe that happened in class today?” Dom shook his head, though, never truly giving Damien much time to answer. ”I have to say, I’ve been thinking, I mean, normally, I’d teach a lesson or two to whomever decides to go against everything sane in this bloody world and befriend a Puff, for Merlin’s sake, but standing up against us, fellow Slytherins?” Again, Dom shook his head.
”But she is your family, and, I think we owe it to ourselves to show her the error of her ways, normally I’d do it myself anyway—but—
“She is your family,” He reiterate, and in the old world of kings and queens, and lords and ladies, where blood and nobility still rang true, well, it was the man’s duty to protect the women of his family.
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Height: 5’5” ☣ Weight: 121lbs ☣ Age: 11
Common Room with Damien
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